Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 4 Antoine Laurent and His Magic System (Part 1)

  A thousand words are not as good as an actual demonstration.

   It's already the last day in the military school anyway, so let the secrecy be fucked.

   Although he sleeps in a longhouse every night, the caster remains mysterious.

  The school strictly prohibits non-spellcaster officers and students from inquiring about the content of spell training, and also prohibits spellcasters from divulging any information to others.

   For Ike, this was the first time Winters had spoken openly with him about all things magic.

   For Winters, this was the first time Ike had expressed his envy to him for being a spellcaster.

   Strictly speaking, this is the first time Ike has publicly expressed admiration for Winters, making Winters feel that he is obliged to satisfy his friend's intellectual curiosity.

   So Winters squeezed a few drops of sweat from his armor on the stone bench.

   He took a deep breath and began to concentrate.

   This process is a bit like archery, there are no mechanical pre-steps, just find the feeling, and then let go.

All    Winters had to do was recall what it was like to use magic.

   In Ike's eyes, Winters stared at the few drops of water on the stone bench.

  For Winters, he was suffering from indescribable phantom pain—being stuffed into a mill, ground into pieces, and squeezed out of blood.

The    phantom pain didn't come from any of his skin, tissue, and bones, but it was real.

   Winters gritted his teeth and resisted.

  The water droplets on the stone bench first became smaller, and soon turned into a few water marks, and finally disappeared completely.

   Winters exhaled a long breath.

   "That's all?" Ike was confused.

   Winters looked tired: "Hmm."

   "Magic?"

   "Magic."

   "Is this magic?"

   "It's magic."

   "What kind of magic is this!" Ike punched his friend: "Isn't this just a few drops of water that saw the wind and were blown dry?"

   "No. Listen, [water is dried by wind] and [water is magically vaporized]. The same end point doesn't mean the path is the same."

  Ike frowned tightly: "Turn water into vapor, this is magic? What's the use?"

   "It's useless." Winters lay lazily back on the floor: "But if it turns into water vapor...is it the blood in your skull?"

   In the sweltering heat, Axel of Orange felt a chill go down his spine.

"Just to talk about it, [penetration] is a profound skill, not something that a spellcaster of my level can master. You have to understand that spell ability is a talent, just like a fish can swim by nature, a bird can fly without learning it. The caster doesn't know and doesn't need to know the principles of magic, as long as he can use this ability."

   Winters revealed his scars: "Like my swordsmanship from elementary school, I'm still not as good as you, a master who started six years ago. This is talent, there is nothing to complain about."

   "Wrong, my swordsmanship comes from my diligent practice." Ike was righteous and strict.

   "But someone trains harder than you."

"Who?"

   "Bud, Gerald's Bud." Winters threw out a name without hesitation.

   "Well..." Ike was speechless: "He is indeed more diligent than me."

Winters sighed: "Talent, sweat, you need one. Sweat can't beat talent—when talent is sweating too. It's an insult to Bard if you attribute your swordsmanship to hard work. ."

   "You'd better say magic."

   "The first principle of magic, you can never feel magic, you can only feel the effects of magic."

   Winters changed his gesture.

   A gust of wind pierced through the ends of Ike's hair, and he really felt the gust of wind.

   "This is wind riding, magic wind, but you can't touch magic, you can only touch wind."

   "That is to say...natural wind, magical wind." Ike asked back: "Can't tell the difference?"

   Winters answered rightly: "The wind that can distinguish, unnatural, is the wind of magic."

"Observing the effects of magic, reverse the process of realizing magic. Converting perceptual cognition into rational cognition is the great work of General Antoine Laurent," Winters said with some sadness: "Without him, There are no spellcasters."

   "Perceptual cognition? Rational cognition?"

   "For example, swordsmanship. The person who used the sword at first must only know how to slash. After cutting a lot, you will find some useful tips. This is perceptual cognition.

   Continue to develop, some people summarize the theory and form a system, so that novices who lack the experience of cutting people can learn the tricks of cutting people, and then create a more advanced sword move based on the theory of swordsmanship, that is, rational cognition. "

   "What does this have to do with magic?"

"Imagine putting a jug of water on a fire, and the water will eventually dry out. Using fire to boil water is the same as using magic to vaporize the liquid. Antoine Laurent summed it up with this, all 'magic' Spells that work in place of flames are all attributed to fire magic.

   The same reasoning, "everything that accelerates objects" is the acceleration magic. "All spells related to sound" are sound magic. These are the three major categories of spells in the [Antoine-Laurent system]. "

   Winters summed it up softly: "But Antoine Laurent, who built it all, couldn't use magic."

   Only after I started writing did I understand why the protagonists in the novels are all traversers, because even if the protagonists are not traversers, the author and readers will put modern thinking on the protagonists. So it will feel a little awkward, so it is more comfortable to make the protagonist a transmigrator. Antoine Laurent built a magic system from scratch, and there will be some fallacies. It's the fault of the times, not his fault Orz

   (end of this chapter)